I skipped German because I had a long-ass midterm and I was so exhausted, so I just wandered around with my girlfriend and we basically know every crick and cranny of the school now and that’s strange, isn't it? And we kissed each other on stairways when no-one’s looking and her hands are cold against mine and we went out on the balcony where all the buildings were completely covered in mist, so much mist that we couldn't even see the horizon, and I bet people in those buildings were pretty surprised when they woke up and found that they couldn't spy on the people in front of their building as always. And we stayed there until our hair got frizzy and our lips got bruised from so much kissing and my tongue was burnt from all the coffee I had that morning and I couldn't smoke, I wanted to smoke so badly but my throat's feeling pretty sick and I'm a teacher, I need to get better, so we went down the elevator and made out (again) until her lips were pink and swollen and her eyes are droopy and goddammit stupid history tests robbing you from my bed and my homemade french fries. She scratched her neck and it's filled with bruising because she had a panic attack on Wednesday and I felt my chest collapse because how can I protect you when you shatter so easily sometimes, it's not your fault, it's mine, I should've been there, I should've,
And in the subway station there was a pair of old men playing tango, sad and crouched over as they poured out their sorrow and I couldn't stay because the subway had come just a moment too soon and I wish I could've tossed them a few bucks. It was so bleak, so, terribly grey but I could still smell your soap and the cleanliness of your shirt and feel the softness of your cheeks against my palm and you complain about routine but you make mine so much better, moonflower, you're my escape from it sometimes
POSTED BY little girl blue ON Friday, June 5, 2015 @ 4:49 PM
